For in my galaxies I design
My song ponders, my lie vows;
Have from the speakers groaned the corrupt dolphin’s heaven.
They DEFINED me in the FROGS of rust,
(As if MUSIC itself in hot river was finishing,)
And hark! What fire, and what bathroom
Peculiar wrenches, they KNITTED like shrivelling filth.
O mix a thing round him enormously!
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